no abandoned dream
enraptured gasps
from smoky, burnt-out corridors
sing sweetly
and leave me
alone-
in a place of quiet comfort
no subtle swell buoys my head
but the bygone dreams
of far-aways
and never-beens
another sun has come to clear my mind
and dust its belongings:
silly abstractions and forced fantasies
no silent soul sings here
and no abandoned dream
will rouse me from empty, fitless slumber
but without regret
I wet the page-
and all that have turned before it
so let the wind stir in me
my joy and wonder
for the perfect unknown
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Some great lines but tends to die at the end, but maybe that was your intention!